Match the words (on the first list) with the dictionaries that chose them as their word of the year (on the second list) and then match the words (on the first list) with their definitions (on the third list).

Before you begin, I wrote a sentence using all six words: During 2014 we have had exposure to the vape culture, have overshared the heart emoji, and photobombed many photographs.

FIRST LIST

Culture

Exposure

The heart emoji

Overshare

Photobomb

Vape

SECOND LIST

Oxford Dictionaries

Merriam-Webster

Chambers Dictionary

Collins Dictionary

Dictionary.com

Global Language Monitor (GLM)

THIRD LIST

Variations of the symbol for love; an ideograph, not a word at all

To inhale and exhale the vapour produced by an electronic cigarette or similar device” as a noun for the e-cigarette and for the act of inhaling itself.

A nation, a workplace, an ethnicity, a passion, an outsized personality. The people who comprise these things, who fawn or rail against them

Too much information

Variations of the symbol for love; an ideograph, not a word at all

The condition of being exposed to danger or harm; the act of bringing to public attention, especially through media coverage; publicity; an act or instance of bringing to light, revealing, or unmasking crime, misconduct, or evil; disclosure of something private or secret.

January 2, 2015

Issue finally resolved: Articles for Carolyn’s Compositions are now being posted at Carolyn’s Online Magazine to which I invite you to visit and sign up for a subscription. Please continue to enjoy reading the articles posted on this site, Carolyn’s Compositions, which is fast running out of space, as you enjoy the new articles being posted at Carolyn’s Online Magazine.

Dear Carolyn’s Compositions Readers

Please bear with me. I’ve had a great deal of problems setting up a new WordPress blog. I’ve been attempting to set up a blog separate from CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS but each effort seems to connect with it. At times I’ve been unable to even access CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS.

WordPress staff, if you are reading this take note.

UPDATE Jan. 2, 2015: I finally managed to create a blog separate from CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS but I cannot access it from the web.

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I’ll go there but heavens, this is not anyway easy. I’ve already spent three days attempting to create a new blog site separate from CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS and all I’ve done is create a bunch of useless junk.

It might be that there was already a WordPress blog at the listed email address. to correct this I attempted to create a new YAHOO email but now it’s not possible unless you have a phone to text on.

I do not have texting.

Is the I-net becoming less user friendly as time goes by?

I’m considering setting up the new blog at Blogspot in order to keep it completely separate from CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS.

You will receive notification re the new site when I get the situation resolved, either on WordPress or on Blogger (Google site).

Please take a moment to visit, and subscribe to, the magazine that evolved out of and follows up on CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS.

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It’s a new day, a new month, a new year. The day has passed for endings, dawning into a ripe time for beginnings.

Deep within every beginning is the seed for its ending.

Within each ending is a seed for a new beginning.

Thus, after 6 years, 1,325 posts, and 327,453 views from 166 countries my first online magazine, CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS, has come to an end—its seed for ending being the WordPress host site’s size limit. The seed within the ending is a new beginning.

When Carolyn’s compositions started on February 29, 2008 its seed of ending was built in: the WordPress space limit. Never in my thoughts did I imagine my endeavor would come to an end. But now the warning light is on. There is little space left to post articles. The seed for ending is sprouted.

The timing is right. The old—two-oh-fourteen—is at an end. January first, two-oh-fifteen, rings in the new. A ripe time for new beginnings.

As the editor, developing and maintaining CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS has been a challenging, ever constant, learning process. It served as an entrance into a communications age that has already moved far beyond blogs. However, I decided to continue CAROLYN’S COMPOSITIONS with Carolyn’s Online Magazine .

I want to take this opportunity to thank my loyal readers and commenters. , which I invite you to visit Carolyn’s Online Magazine, which remains under construction, and to visit this blog site to explore the rich information it contains.

NOTE: Considering the trials and delays in beginning my new blog site (read Problems Creating a New WordPress Blog ) I decided I’d continue posting on this site until the issues are resolved. This first post goes back to January 1, 2015.

Thank you all for bearing with me.

Dates that come around every year help us measure progress in our lives.

One annual event, New Year’s Day, is a time of reflection and resolution.

Have you written your New Year’s resolutions yet? After all, it is New Year’s Eve/Day, time for Old man two-oh-fourteen to step aside (willingly or unwillingly) and allow the birth of newbie two-oh-fifteen.

It’s also the time we are expected to welcome Newbie 2015 with a list in hand—a list of resolutions with which we are to write in the first blank page of a 365 page journal, which, through the year, will become a good book.

The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 70,000 times in 2014. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 3 days for that many people to see it.

NOTE: This article is being reposted due to a major error on the first posting. I apologize for the mishap. Carolyn

As I drank my morning coffee my eyes glanced over to the bookcase across the room, to a post office envelope sitting on the shelf, partially hidden by an a red poinsetta and an 8 x 10 picture of myself as a child in my mother’s arms, before my father beat and choked my her, almost killing her. That the picture frame had a cracked glass was appropriate, symbolic of the broken family that resulted from my father’s final attack on my mother, who was aided by a woman’s shelter in reframing a life without violence.

The envelope was addressed to the United Way of Westmoreland County in Southwestern Pennsylvania. Janelle, a friend of my neighbor, was taking the envelope and mailing it in a community unknown to me. The intent was to prevent the envelope being traced to me.

As I listened to my favorite Christmas carol, Adeste Fideles, I reflected on the envelope and the strange circumstances in which its contents came to me.

Ten days previously I’d been at a party where Santa Claus was a special guest. I couldn’t discover who this jolly old man was, and with so many men impersonating Santa this white-bearded white-haired gentleman wearing the traditional red costume it was (more…)

As I drank my morning coffee my eyes glanced over to the bookcase across the room, to a post office envelope sitting on the shelf, partially hidden by an a red poinsetta and an 8 x 10 picture of myself as a child in my mother’s arms, before my father beat and choked my her, almost killing her. That the picture frame had a cracked glass was appropriate, symbolic of the broken family that resulted from my father’s final attack on my mother, who was aided by a woman’s shelter in reframing a life without violence.

The envelope was addressed to the United Way of Westmoreland County in Southwestern Pennsylvania. Janelle, a friend of my neighbor, was taking the envelope and mailing it in a community unknown to me. The intent was to (continue reading at The Mysterious Christmas Gift —which is being reposted because I neglected to title the post—I apologize for the inconvenience).

Below is the Monte and Carolyn Cornell Holland 2014 Christmas letter, a summary of the year past. NOTE: Because Monte sliced one of his fingers with a utility knife his contribution was relayed to me to incorporate in the newsletter, a departure frm his writing his own summary. His finger is totally healed at the time this is posted.

January and February were relatively calm, allowing me to work on two activities, cleaning and writing. The biggest event was discovering that many symptoms I had were related to an iodine deficiency posted at Iodine Deficiency: My Story

In March I had successful cataract surgery on my right eye—the other eye will be done later.

Monte was asked to perform a wedding on the beach in Ocean City, New Jersey. We planned to stop in to visit my brother in eastern Pennsylvania en route, and after the wedding we planned on visiting my New Jersey sister Kitty and then visiting Baltimore, Maryland, to do some genealogy. However, the flu bug hit Monte and he had to cancel.

In late spring several problems arose with some property we own in Slippery Rock, Pennsylvania. This meant Monte and I constantly burned the rubber over the 82-miles between our current home and Slippery Rock.

On July 5, in Lakeside, Ohio, we attended the 50th wedding anniversary of Alice and Dwight, friends of mine I hadn’t seen in 50 years. Alice reminded me I had shopped with her for fabric for her wedding night lingerie—a print of Adam, Eve, and the snake. She also reminded me I gave her a snake with a (more…)

Traditions are difficult to maintain in a nomadic lifestyle combined with normal life changes. I could never quite keep up with the triple holidays—Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year’s Eve—while settling and resettling in new communities. Now, however, we’ve been settled for a while…or at least, until we must move again.

My husband Monte and I have begun what I think is a new tradition tied in with my December birthday.

Last year Monte wanted to take me to a Christmas buffet at a restaurant at our local airport.

“Only if we can go dressed as Santa and Mrs. Claus,” I said.

We had a great time.

We followed up that experience with being the Claus couple while ringing the bell for the Salvation Army. This, it seems, encourages more giving and gains lots of smiles.

This year we repeated the performance. Afterward our lunch we went shopping. Each place we ended up with photographs, which will complete this post on getting seasonal.